Rush

Rush

Creamy clouds billow upon the bay.
tripping each other on their route towards me.
Sprinkling a light dusting of snow on the sandy beach.

Clenched hands now in pockets.
swirling clouds now envelope and dance around me
hail now drumming on the roof of parked cars
rising quickly dancing pounding thundering
I shut my eyes against the sharp hail as it flies about
swirling

 

My boyhood memories are of a warm golden beach

the mussel beds upon the rocks was my playground

I remember picking up potatoes salty from the sea

dumped by farmers to keep the prices up,  “Tasty”

Fisherman and farmer in unison between here an Lambay

 

to finish

 

DM 2018